Friday, April 10, 2015

Waiting





The Morgue File




i burnt the last of you
along with sandalwood
in a bronzed tray
fired with the patina
of sleepless nights.

there was a time i thought
we would grow old
our wrinkled skin a haven
the bliss of the aged
a kiss on my forehead in the dark


i still see you
standing with coffee by the bed
waiting .

i stand by the bed now
and hope you can find me
waiting.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015
my #9 for NaPoWriMo











4 comments:

  1. Melancholy....sweet memories of a love gone....I got a little teary over this one. :)

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  2. True love remains in memory and lingers on as long as it pleases. Only up to us to do something about it! Great lines Audrey!

    Hank

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  3. True love remains in memory and lingers on as long as it pleases. Only up to us to do something about it! Great lines Audrey!

    Hank

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  4. So sad, Audrey. I love the longing in it.

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